Colonel Wharton.
No, it’s all right. I can manage.
Dr. Macfarlane.
We’ll get you upstairs and put you to bed.
Mrs. Wharton.
Come, darling, put all your weight on me.
Dr. Macfarlane.
That’s right. You needn’t come, John. You’ll only be in the way.
[Mrs. Wharton and the Doctor help the Colonel out of the room.
Mrs. Poole.